Tick tock, the clock never stops.
We'll always hear lies,
well always fear doubt.
Compassion, love, affection,
three things I can't live without.
And then, it keeps getting stronger.
The longer I'm deprived,
the longer I want to prosper.
Baby, please, forgive me
and take me back to where home is.
I don't like it here and can't rid my mind of these thoughts.
They hurt my identity,
I don't stand for myself.
The toughest thing about this is
I don't realize I'm playing someone else.